ElderDragonWryn

"Time is an impossible body to grasp. What was once ours, a grand and sprawling source of strength, has fallen into disrepair. I do not regret this, only the actions we took that lead to our grand folley. My world, as it was, is gone, and so I move ahead. It has no place for me now." - Grand Elder of the Draconic Council


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Wryn's story, for those interested. (And until I can make a proper button)


TL;DR: Time Displaced Elder Dragon sent to the present, turned into a dragonkin, and stripped of his memories. Has since recovered them and left to find a new home.

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Wryn is a tall, muscular dragonkin, standing at roughly 7'8" and weighing about 341 lbs.. His scales are a reddish-orange, with cream-colored scales along his neck, chest, and stomach. He carries himself with pride, not just because of his heritage, but because of his time as a smith, having gained quite the appreciation for hard work. His eyes are a dull bronze, and his tail reaches out about 3 ft behind him. He wears an open-front jacket, and thick, heavy work pants despite his scales. He stands on digitigrade legs, and all his digits end with black, if somewhat dull, claws. His wings are large and leathery, capable of gliding and short bursts of flight, and he's able to hide them entirely with some adopted and modified magic.

A general example of what he looks like.

Wryn is a stoic, prideful dragon, choosing to let actions speak louder than words and living by that creed as much as he can. When he's in his forge, he holds himself to a very high standard, usually refusing outside help even on difficult jobs, and trying his best with each and every thing he works on, usually berating himself for 'poor craftsmanship' should the result come out poorer than he expected. When outside the forge, he tends to keep to himself, either out getting raw ore himself or spending his coin on a good meal, and even more rarely, socializing. The exception, however, is people who he's come to trust. To the people he can trust, he's far more loose, talking for hours and enjoying himself as any good friend would. His main vice, however, comes in his pride. He often sees himself as 'better', but not due to race; He is better because he worked hard and put in effort, rather than simply having a talent for it.

As for vore, Wryn is capable, but un-initiated, at least to the extent of his current body.